Figurine (Oddisee Production)

On the pavement in the virginity
On the entrance pavement, men in a hurry
The lady ventures towards new lands
The blood rose in the mouth which roared
The curtain, fall swinging, is difficult to the world
The dark tale (grim story) is not a fiction
She catches you up in the evening in the dark and the man
Asks why You do not want to sleep, you do not want to sleep
When you're broken, the figurine is in pieces
The lady ventures towards new lands
The curtain, fall swinging, is difficult to the world
The dark tale (grim story) is not a fiction
Remember Algeria,
The women who nabbed bimbs into the cafés Lieu viril il parait hein?
You return my zone, you redesign the power,
The will, the pleasure, the desire and the laughter
On the street which attracts you,
The pavement under your feet is a world which
Explodes, which will sleep ever On the pavement
On the pavement
On the pavement you dance, you do not want to sleep
On the pavement of entrance and of the road which attracts you